All that is apart from the Vicar’s daughter who treated me with utmost disdain. Cook was however a different matter, needing a measure of skill rather than a great deal of stupidity. She toiled ineffectively and eventually achieved a great deal of smoke if little heat and with various clocks persuaded into life the house began to look vaguely homely the furniture having been acquired with the property. “I have no desire to do any such thing,” I insisted. The house was by far the most imposing of any in the village having been the mine owner’s house before the adjacent coal mine closed. “One with needs,” she admitted, “So what is it to be?”
I thought a moment “Well to be honest it is quite a while since I enjoyed a gallop, over the table end and bare your rump and I shall cock you to ecstasy.”
“And do I have the job?” she enquired. “So do I have the position?” she asked.
